My mind keeps drifting to pondering on the value and meaning of life these late days. I thought I had convinced myself of the uselessness of such ruminations, but looks as if not. I know assured answers are not available for such questions, especially not from my feeble mind, but I ask these questions anyway. Of late, I have been of the disposition to not really care about what I’m doing with my life anymore, though on the whole I still follow the same regimens—waking, grabbing food to go, coming to class, library work, scouring the stands for mindless home viewing entertainment, reading manga deep into dawn, and answering to the necessity of sleep at the sight of morning’s first light. But I don’t really absorb anything anymore. I sit silently and scribble notes furiously for four straight hours inside the classroom but I can just feel that entire teacher gab pass through me like I was some transparent filter. It just goes.
